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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from A Voyage to Arcturus by David Lindsay: He got up, with the intention of resuming his journey. He had no
toilet to make, and no meal to prepare. The forest was tremendous.
The nearest tree appeared to him to have a circumference of at least
a hundred feet. Other dim boles looked equally large. But what gave
the scene its aspect of immensity was the vast spaces separating tree
from tree. It was like some gigantic, supernatural hall in a life
after death. The lowest branches were fifty yards or more from the
ground. There was no underbrush; the soil was carpeted only by the
dead, wet leaves. He looked all around him, to find his direction,
but the cliffs of Sant, which he had descended, were invisible -
every way was like every other way, he had no idea which quarter to
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